This all sounds good but it disregards our inherant sinful nature.

We have sinned against the Almighty Creator. Our sin is our prideful presumption that we are "GOD". The reality is that the only thing we can create is our own delusion. Unless we repent of our sinful nature and turn back to Jesus Christ, who IS the Creator, we are destined for our own destruction. Only God is perfect, and God is a seperate, distinct, and all powerful being. God is not the collective soul of humanity or the universe. Better get right with Him.... repent.

: yup!!!!!

: ...with all of its misery, bullies and powermongering idiots;
: all of its limitations to conscious freedom...who will miss
: it? NOT ME!!!!

: To ask this question is to ask the butterfly emerging from the
: cocoon if he is really going to enjoy being a butterfly...
: WHAT? You want him to try to push his butterfly-sized wings
: back into a cocoon that it clearly 2 sizes too small? ...To

: not learn to fly and play and create and have fun?

: For anyone who has been reading Kristo and following what is
: going on over our heads and FEELING it in our hearts,
: Greer's announcement isn't so much about the physical as it
: is the pushing of the launch button of Super Consciousness.

: Terra asked 'why don't they just show up here'. They can't
: show up here because this is OUR illusion. OUR Dream. OUR
: MAYA! Our Playpen! We are the protaganists in our own story
: in which we are WRITING/THINKING/CREATING/DREAMING our way
: out. They are inviting us, luring us...these 'them' that
: ARE US... out of our playpen, our cocoon. Our wings are
: fully developed. Time to Fly, boys and girls! The Class of
: 2001...Space Odyssey, INDEED!!!

: The Crop Circles ARE the invitation. Not an invitation to GO
: anywhere, but to balance ourselves and FROM INSIDE begin to
: turn our FOCUS, our ATTENTION onto the Frequencies where
: they exist...WE EXIST and where matter is manipulated by
: mind...or not...as you choose.

: How do we do this? Pay attention. Turn your Focus to the level
: of your Mind; use the pause button on your Roof Brain
: Chatter and you'll begin to hear it. "IT" will
: tell you EXACTLY what to do. (It was Sophia Loren who said,
: "You either have IT or you do not; I have IT!")
: AND YOU CAN BE CERTAIN it doesn't sound like the CIA,
: either!!! ;-)

: "The simple truth is, that there has lived on the earth,
: 'appearing at intervals,' for thousands of years among
: ordinary men, the first faint beginnings of another race;
: walking the earth and breathing the air with us, but at the
: same time walking another earth and breathing another air
: of which we know little or nothing, but which is, all the
: same, our spiritual life, as its absence would be our
: spiritual death. This new race is in the act of being born
: from us, and in the near future it will occupy and possess
: the earth." Dr. Richard Bucke, c.1900

: Welcome, fellow space travelers! Didn't know it would be so
: easy, did you? "Every time a bell rings, an angel gets
: his wings". Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding...

: Jump on in, the water's fine!

: I received an invitation to the Cosmic Meal
: And it came engraved in a crop circle field.
: I opened it up with my Symbols brain
: And out popped a set of wings with my name.
: Well, said I, with a little shrug
: This crop circle wasn't made by a Dave or a Doug.

: So I put on the WINGS and found I could spin.
: No more straight arrow, I said with a grin.
: And I spun and I spun...Then I turned around
: And found I'd spun right OUT OF THE GROUND!!
: So I kept on going...no need to stop now...
: and noticed on the menu: There WASN'T Mad Cow!

: ...BYE, BYE SOCIETY...BYE, BYE UNCLE SUGAR...SO LONG Papa Pope
: and Mother Theresa...AND 'mnemonic power alley' with all
: you gross little dying worms who didn't bother to become
: butterflies... Ha! See you squirm now...but that is what
: worms do best after all, squirm!

: 'Leavin'...on a jet plane...don't think that I'll be back
: again'

: Hey...who is that sitting in the seat next to me?
: Hi there Robinhood...thought you got away, did you?

: Happy Birthday, Stanley Kubrick; thank you for the magnificent
: present!!!
: ...Just call me crazy in Group Soul!
: Esclarmonde
: http://www.kristo.com/papa.html